The whole world wants to attack me

Chapter 121 The Overlord’s White Moonlight Is Back (33)

Yan Yu pointed his gun at Ming Si's forehead, watching him approach step by step.

Akashi's face was reflected in his dark pupils.

That face that exudes madness and twisted expression.

The extremely sharp ax was raised and aimed at Yan Yu's fragile neck.

"Apologize to me, say sorry to me, kneel down and tell me you were wrong!"

What was revealed between the brows was a palpitating mania.

Faced with Ming Si's provocation, Yan Yu was extremely calm.

The expression on his face didn't change at all, and he even asked Akira: "Aren't you a good student with both morals and academics? Why don't you pretend?"

Ming Si laughed in response.

He smiled flamboyantly and ferociously, the sun shone on his body, and his beautiful snow-white face was extremely stunning.

Seeing Yan Yu and Ming Si confront each other, the servants hid in the corners and shivered.

Tang Fu also wanted to make this little pervert suffer. As the hostess of the family, she did not stop it, but allowed the situation to get worse.

Several police officers rushed to the scene, raised their guns, and surrounded Ming Si.

"lay down your weapon!"

Seeing the atmosphere becoming tense, the conflict became fierce.

Ming Si, who was already deeply stimulated, looked more and more gloomy, with several black guns pointed at him, there was no trace of fear on his face.

The police officers narrowed the encirclement very cautiously.

Minji's territory is being invaded.

Seeing the intruders gradually approaching, Ming Si became more and more anxious.

The light brown pupils were cold and without any warmth.

His face was gradually distorted, his extreme emotions reached their peak, and his remaining rationality was exhausted.

He yelled, like a mad lion, swung his ax and started an indiscriminate attack.

The police officers were agile and evaded extremely quickly.

Everything in the surrounding area is in a bad state by Ming Si's murderous hands.

In the chaos, the police officer ambushing in the corner took aim at the opportunity and fell into anesthesia.

After counting down to dozens, the crazy Ming Si staggered and fell down.

The housekeeper watched the anesthetized Mingji being taken away by the police. He wanted to stop him, but as the hostess, Tang Fu had no intention of speaking for Mingji.

The housekeeper had no choice but to secretly call Mrs. Ming who was far away while Tang Fu went to check on Ming Zhan's condition.

Tang Fu entered the room and found Ming Zhan unconscious in a wheelchair. She was unable to confirm the cause of his coma and did not dare to move him, so she could only contact the family doctor quickly.

After a series of comprehensive system checks, Tang Fu felt relieved when she learned that Ming Zhan was fine.

When she thought of Fusang, Fusang was no longer there.

Tang Fu could only grit her teeth in hatred.

Fortunately, she escaped this time again.

On the other side, Mrs. Ming stood in front of her parents' tombstone, wiping tears with red eyes.

Song Yanzheng was standing beside her, stroking her soft hair gently with his broad palm: "Don't blame yourself too much, none of this is your fault."

Mrs. Ming raised her head, her eyes were red and swollen, and crystal tears rolled down one after another.

She looked at Song Yanzheng's stern face, and her voice was hoarse: "However, the village chief said that Dad fell off the cliff on a rainy night in order to find us after we left. Mom was too sad, and soon followed. "

Song Yanzheng's palm fell on Mrs. Ming's face, and the tears in her eyes were like broken pearls, which soon soaked his palm.

"If we hadn't run away impulsively back then, our parents wouldn't have died. Brother, have you ever regretted it?"

Mrs. Ming tightly grasped the palm of Song Yanzheng's caressing her cheek with both hands.

She looked at him so seriously, as if she was eager to get an answer from him that would make her feel at ease.

Song Yanzheng let out a long sigh, and cupped Mrs. Ming's cheeks with his generous palms. He stared at her pair of very beautiful brown eyes seriously.

"What about you, do you regret it?"

A soft rhetorical question, the tone is very flat.

But Mrs. Ming froze in place as if struck by lightning.

Tears pooled on her pointed chin, crumbling, and finally fell on the back of her hand.

Did she... regret it?
　This Yao quietly crawled back again...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)